The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 603

Her ideal target was someone like Hawthorne or at the very least, someone in the league of Layne Everhart.

Both men came from old families, carrying an effortless sense of refinement that came from generations of privilege and legacy. That kind of innate nobility simply couldn't be matched by the nouveau riche or the kids of families who'd only struck it rich a few generations back.

So after a round of polite conversation, Leonie's impression of Ethan was lukewarm at best. There was nothing about him that stood out.

Gwyneth made casual small talk, but she couldn't quite figure out what was on Leonie's mind.

Leonie abruptly cut off Ethan's easygoing chatter. “Cousin, can you come to the restroom with me?"

Gwyneth immediately got the hint. She stood up, offered Ethan a quick apology, and he caught on, giving them a gracious smile as they left.

Once they turned the corner, Leonie led Gwyneth straight to the restaurant's entrance and shook her head.

"So, he's not your type?"

That gesture said it all.

her agreement. "Too fake. Not my

I'll go let

"Thanks."

gave her a look, almost sheepish. "I'll wait here for you, so

herself the awkwardness by making Gwyneth

done this sort of thing before. She didn't have any special feelings for Ethan Sutherland, but having to turn someone down directly

honestly—if this ever came up again, Gwyneth swore she'd never play the bad guy

her head. Once she got to a

fiddled with her fingers-until she suddenly spotted someone heading toward a booth across from

man looked oddly familiar. Leonie squinted, and

Uncle Hawthorne?

he supposed to be in Echo City right

she hadn't made a mistake. Panic rising, she realized she needed to get back to Gwyneth

abandon her aunt. Worst of all, she

began to break out in a cold sweat, frozen at the restaurant's entrance, too

mascot handing out flyers outside

moments later, a clumsy, oversized mascot wobbled into the restaurant. It was still early, so the place wasn't